02-11-2024, 01:46 AM
i can’t stop you putting roots in my dreamland,
my house of stone, your ivy grows, and now i’m covered in you
my house of stone, your ivy grows, and now i’m covered in you
For some reason, Allaire cannot sleep tonight.
She is not sure what the reason for this restlessness is, but it feels like a nervous flutter in her chest, and racing thoughts that cannot quiet. She hates that she has been here for so long and that it still does not feel like home. She can no longer use the excuse of turmoil, as things have been quiet now for a long while, as if all the storms had finally blown themselves out. Things were, near as she could tell, back to normal — whatever normal for this place is.
Finally, she succumbs to the idea that she was going to be awake and set off into the night.
Her light follows her movements like a strange veil that trails behind her, but other than that she manages to remain undetected.
Or perhaps not undetected, but ignored, at the very least.
In this world full of pretty things it is easy for her to blend in, and tonight she doesn't mind that.
She is not sure how long she has been walking, only that it does not feel like very long at all. Her thoughts cause the time to pass quickly as she follows the riverbank, occasionally glancing sideways and noticing the way the silver of the stars reflect off the never-ending dark of the water, and the softened glow of her light blurring with them. Momentarily distracted she almost starts at the sudden sound of someone so close, but when she sets her eyes on his face she instantly recognizes him. “Nemeon,” she says with a quiet delight, her voice hushed as if she might speak too loudly and shatter the night. “I wasn’t expecting to see you out here. How are you?” she asks him with a hopeful smile, oblivious to the idea that he might be in a poor mood.
She is not sure what the reason for this restlessness is, but it feels like a nervous flutter in her chest, and racing thoughts that cannot quiet. She hates that she has been here for so long and that it still does not feel like home. She can no longer use the excuse of turmoil, as things have been quiet now for a long while, as if all the storms had finally blown themselves out. Things were, near as she could tell, back to normal — whatever normal for this place is.
Finally, she succumbs to the idea that she was going to be awake and set off into the night.
Her light follows her movements like a strange veil that trails behind her, but other than that she manages to remain undetected.
Or perhaps not undetected, but ignored, at the very least.
In this world full of pretty things it is easy for her to blend in, and tonight she doesn't mind that.
She is not sure how long she has been walking, only that it does not feel like very long at all. Her thoughts cause the time to pass quickly as she follows the riverbank, occasionally glancing sideways and noticing the way the silver of the stars reflect off the never-ending dark of the water, and the softened glow of her light blurring with them. Momentarily distracted she almost starts at the sudden sound of someone so close, but when she sets her eyes on his face she instantly recognizes him. “Nemeon,” she says with a quiet delight, her voice hushed as if she might speak too loudly and shatter the night. “I wasn’t expecting to see you out here. How are you?” she asks him with a hopeful smile, oblivious to the idea that he might be in a poor mood.
Allaire
@Nemeon